A moment later, Su Yueli rose to her feet.
Her white hair stood out starkly against the blood and filth covering her.
Her longevity physique worked without pause. Her shattered bones crackled as they knit back together, and torn flesh closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She bent down and, with utterly steady movements, lifted Shen Huai'an's ravaged remains into her arms.
She raised her head, sweeping her gaze across the sky.
Just an hour earlier, countless obscure auras had still lurked in the void high above the edge of this wasteland.
They belonged to the high-level cultivators within a thousand-mile radius.
The earth-shaking battle between the Demon Venerable and a martial artist had been enough to draw the prying eyes of experts from across the world.
None had dared approach. They could only hide in the void far away.
Some had hoped Motian Xing would die, others had hoped Su Yueli would perish, and still more had intended to wait until both were grievously wounded, then play the fisherman who profited from their struggle and seize the Fifteenth Realm law core.
But now, all those auras had vanished.
The Intent Ash Fist had detonated the leyline core, sinking a third of the continent in an instant.
The destructive radiance that swept across heaven and earth had ignored the barriers of the void, vaporizing every cultivator who had thought themselves clever enough to pick up the spoils.
Not even ashes remained.
All the world chased profit, and in the end, they all died of greed.
Su Yueli paid no heed to those departed souls. She chose a direction and carried Shen Huai'an's remains out of the ruins, one step at a time.
Shrinking Distance to Inches.
Several days later.
On a barren mountain outside Fengling City.
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